The Last Summer
These Augusts have a heartbeat we forget.
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The Boy at the Front Desk
The college I attend is a weird one. It’s attached to a K-12 school, which means that it’s easy for college students like me to get quick, easy part-time work. The other day I was filling in for a friend’s front desk shift at the lower school. The front desk position is rife with all…
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Ice Cream Sky
Sometimes when the clouds go on vacation and the sun glows for squinting, the sky becomes a big, bulging dome of ice cream. Not like the sunrise kind, which promises spicy chunks of peachy charcoal and mangonada; nor yet the sticky sunset of sweet turmeric and studded strawberry. No, this sky is an energetic, milky,…
